This film touched me very deeply: there were tears, and ringing laughter, and deep thoughts from the llittle girl. This movie does not have an intricate plot or fast pacing. But you can enjoy a measured and so cozy story about the Yakut summer (well, and a little bit about the harsh winter), about the sincere memories of little Tanya, about her honest love for nature, family and life. Traditions, calmness, slowness are captivating, revealing in full what (as it seems to me) the author tried to show us. And the chosen language for the film - Yakut - only brings it even closer to the naturalness of what is happening.
At the end of the film, there was no feeling of cinema - only a pleasant aftertaste of a pleasant and sincere story remained: so dear, unfinished in the general sense of time, but completed in its ideological framework.
I myself was not born in such a village, but all this slowness, even tranquility, as well as the ability not only to plunge into northern nature, but to merge with it, to feel a kind of unity - this, indeed, is possible only for those born and raised there. Childhood in Yakutia leaves a noticeable mark - living in the taiga, it is impossible not to intermarry with it.
At the end of the film, there was no feeling of cinema - only a pleasant aftertaste of a pleasant and sincere story remained: so dear, unfinished in the general sense of time, but completed in its ideological framework.
I myself was not born in such a village, but all this slowness, even tranquility, as well as the ability not only to plunge into northern nature, but to merge with it, to feel a kind of unity - this, indeed, is possible only for those born and raised there. Childhood in Yakutia leaves a noticeable mark - living in the taiga, it is impossible not to intermarry with it.